Not to be confused with

"All Along The South Coast"


ALL ALONG THE SOUTH COAST
(Jeremy Taylor)

All along the south coast the sea is sort of there.
The sun is sort of shining through a sort of salt-sea air.
There's a sort of "shall we" or "shan't we", a sort of "yes" or "no",
A sort of rolling up of trouser legs and a dipping of the toe.

All along the south coast the day is sort of bright.
At least it's sort of brighter than it sort of is at night,
A sort of "should we" or "could we", a sort of "yes" or "no".
It could be sort of fun. We ought to sort of have a go.

All along the south coast they're turning out the lights.
It's sort of past 11 o'clock; we've sort of seen the sights.
There's a sort of "shall we", "dare we", a sort of groping of the thighs,
A sort of gasp of sort of pleasure, a sort of burst of sort of sighs.

All along the south coast the waves beat on the shore.
They sound, well, sort of different now than they sort of did before.
There's a sort of "did we" or "didn't we", a sort of smoothing down of clothes,
A sort of "better take you home now, do you think it sort of shows?"

All along the south coast we sort of settle down.
It's just as sort of good as any other sort of town.
Only now we're sort of older, we sort of stop at home.
We paint the walls and mow the lawn and leave the world alone.

All along the south coast the sea is sort of there.
The sun is sort of shining through a sort of salt-sea air.
And all along the south coast can still be sort of seen,
A corner of sort of England that's forever sort of green.

By Jeremy Taylor


Cheers

Bugsy